You must not live in an area where dumbasses paying tons of money to ruin their cars with crackle “tunes” is popular yet, then.

There’s one asshat with a Mustang around here that he’s got deliberately set to backfire about twenty times every time he takes is foot off the gas, and he goes ripping up and down the main drag all night. I’ve timed him and you can quite literally hear him coming from about two miles away.

I’m a pretty live-and-let-live sort of bird, but damn, bro. Give it a rest after midnight, will you?